Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 84

The moment Bo Qi’an saw what happened, he contacted HR and ordered the department head to reassign all the female secretaries to other departments. Compensation? Promotions and raises—whatever it took. Bottom line: none of them could stay in the executive office.

As for the current and newly hired male secretaries, each one had to undergo strict background checks. Those with questionable morals wouldn’t be hired, and anyone showing signs of same-sex attraction was instantly rejected.

At noon, Housekeeper Wu delivered the marriage certificate, which had been processed through discreet channels. Bo Qi’an held it in his hands, reluctant to let go, gazing at it as if the love in his eyes might overflow.

Hours of high-intensity work hadn’t worn him out. After a quick lunch, he grabbed his tools and materials and began sealing the marriage certificates in protective film—the kind said to be moisture-proof, waterproof, and fade-resistant.

He’d learned this technique from online tutorials about sealing anime character badges. He was meticulous—no creases, no bubbles. That way, even if he handled it often, the film wouldn’t scratch.

By 4 p.m., Bo Qi’an had wrapped up the day’s work early and connected his computer to the house’s surveillance feed, curious to see what his wife was doing.

He never expected that the moment the screen loaded, a surge of jealous rage would shoot from his toes straight to the top of his head.

That bastard Lu Jinyan—still not giving up—had the audacity to show up at his house and harass his legal wife!

…

Su Ci woke up later than Bo Qi’an. By the time she came downstairs, he had already left for work.

All the maids paused what they were doing, bowed respectfully, and greeted her in gentle, almost reverent tones.

“Good morning, Young Madam!”

With a wife like her, no wonder Mr. Bo treated her like the apple of his eye. If they had the means, they’d use every trick in the book to marry someone like her, too.

Understand the boss. Support the boss. One day, surpass the boss!

Su Ci had barely sat down at the dining table before the maids surrounded her like stars around the moon, eyes sparkling, all hoping to serve her breakfast personally.

She randomly pointed to one of them.
“You can start. Do you have a shift schedule? Take turns from now on.”

The chosen maid was so flattered she nearly stumbled over herself getting behind Su Ci, pouring tea, serving food, removing dishes, and handing her a clean, warm towel.

Su Ci’s job allowed her plenty of freedom. When she felt inspired, she’d sketch design drafts. When she didn’t, she simply relaxed—ate, drank, played. The jewelry brands she worked with never rushed her.

After breakfast, she sat in the hanging chair in the garden to soak up some sun. Just before noon, she made a video call to check in with her parents and siblings back home.

Later, Housekeeper Wu returned her identification documents—but only hers.

Su Ci couldn’t help but ask,
“…Uncle Wu, didn’t you bring back anything else?”

According to the usual story tropes, the male lead was supposed to slap down the marriage certificate in front of her, force her to face the truth that she was married, and stop daydreaming about marrying someone else.

Then came the part where he’d “lightly force” her to fulfill her wifely duties.

That’s how it always went in the original script.

Housekeeper Wu’s heart skipped a beat. Had the Young Madam figured something out? He was supposed to bring her the marriage certificate, but the Young Master had changed his mind last minute.

He was afraid she’d tear it up.

In a moment of crisis, Housekeeper Wu had a flash of inspiration. He pulled out the black card Mr. Bo had entrusted him with and offered it with both hands.

“Young Madam, I brought this for you as well.”

“The Young Master just returned to the country, and things at the company are hectic. He hasn’t been able to spend much time with you, so this is a small token of his apology. You can use it to shop and unwind.”

Su Ci was a little disappointed she didn’t get the domineering love scene from the male lead, but she didn’t reject the black card.

For those rich but emotionally clueless men, giving money to their beloved was the highest form of happiness and fulfillment.

As it happened, Su Tao had invited her out to the mall that afternoon.

Su Ci asked in advance:
“Will Bo Qi’an be home for dinner tonight?”

With a straight face, Housekeeper Wu lied through his teeth.
“The Young Master will be staying at the company for the next few days. You know he’s very career-driven. Marriage to him is just fulfilling the elders’ wishes.”

That was what the Young Master had told him to say—to shed the label of being morally bankrupt. He wasn’t “stealing another man’s fiancée” out of selfish desire; the family forced him into it.

Housekeeper Wu thought the Young Master’s tactic was brilliant. It immediately recast him from an overbearing alpha to a victim, stirring sympathy from the Young Madam. Boil a frog slowly in warm water—perfect strategy.

Upon learning Bo Qi’an wouldn’t be home, Su Ci agreed to Su Tao’s shopping plan. But she never expected that the one knocking on her door in the afternoon would be Lu Jinyan.

“Sis-in-law, are you ready? Tao Tao’s waiting outside. I just came in to wash my face—she threw cream all over my head. Mind if I clean up real quick?”

Lu Jinyan had only just found out today that his former fiancée had become Bo Qi’an’s wife overnight. Bo really had moves. Seventeen years of bachelorhood, and he lands the ultimate jackpot.

Sigh. When would he win over Tao Tao?

When he heard Tao Tao was going shopping, he jumped at the chance to be her driver and porter. On the way, he even bought a cute little cake that girls liked.

Too bad… because Bo had married his former fiancée, he’d been “executed with her entire clan” by Su Tao. His carefully styled hair was now plastered with whipped cream.

Su Ci had a maid take Lu Jinyan to a guest room to clean up. Since this was Bo Qi’an’s home, he didn’t stand on ceremony. He took a military-style shower, and then—

Wait, where were his clothes?

He’d stayed in this guest room before. He clearly remembered leaving two changes of clothes in the closet!

But now… it was empty.

Which made sense.

Last night, Bo Qi’an had personally ordered all of Lu Jinyan’s belongings to be thrown out.

Left with no choice, Lu Jinyan wrapped himself in a towel, cracked open the door, and stuck his head out.

“Anyone there? Sis-in-law? Can I borrow some of Bo’s clothes? Ask one of the maids to bring me a set?”

Unfortunately for him…

At that exact moment, Bo Qi’an, watching from his office, connected to the surveillance feed—and the very first thing he saw was that scene.

Lu Jinyan, his wife’s ex-fiancé. The rumored “white moonlight” of her past. Dripping wet from a shower, towel hanging low, standing in his house, calling his wife ‘sis-in-law’?!

LU. JIN. YAN!

Though she didn’t openly react, Su Ci didn’t hand over the clothes herself. Instead, she asked Housekeeper Wu to lend a basic, never-worn suit and had the maids deliver it.

She didn’t even spare Lu Jinyan a glance the entire time.

As she headed out the door, her phone buzzed—a special alert she had just set up that morning, for one particular pinned contact.

It was a new post from Bo Qi’an’s Moments feed.

A half-naked selfie, towel wrapped loosely around his hips, chest and abs on full display, water still clinging to his skin.

The towel sat dangerously low, barely clinging to his hipbones. His chest muscles were full, abs sharply defined, and that V-line…

He really posted this publicly?

Maybe when Bo Qi’an got home, they needed to have a talk. Man or woman, privacy was important, and certain things should only be for a partner’s eyes.

Su Ci tilted her phone slightly away toward the car window.

Then—liked the post, took a screenshot, and locked her screen.

Su Tao hadn’t seen anything. She wrapped her arms around her sister, pouting.

“Eighteen hours without seeing you—it felt like years! Did you sleep okay last night?”

“That bastard Bo Qi’an didn’t make things difficult for you, did he?”

She was still too mad to say his name.

She really worried her sister would be bullied. Her sister was a soft little kitten—so beautiful, so gentle. Anyone who saw her would want to cuddle and spoil her endlessly.

Especially lustful bastards.

They probably spent the entire night “tossing and turning,” desperate to die in her sister’s arms.

Su Ci pinched her cheek gently.
“What are you imagining now? Your brother-in-law treats me very well. Don’t talk bad about him behind his back, okay?”

Su Tao muttered reluctantly,
“Fine. Then I’ll complain about Lu Jinyan. Sis, look at the kind of sketchy friends he has—bullying the weak, abducting innocent women…”

Lu Jinyan, driving:
“???”

Bo Qi’an, you’ve doomed me! I’m as innocent as a nun in a monastery. I’ve been framed—framed worse than Dou E!